Yesterday my daughter and I went riding around on country roads we'd never been on before. We saw turkey vultures in freshly cut fields and a red fox in another field which was grown up. We saw sunflowers growing in gardens and alongside a stream. Some were healthy and others were weak, dying.
We foraged through ashes and found small treasures waiting for our prying hands to deliver them from the blackness. We found a clear Christmas bulb and a charred hand- a broken statue of sorts. We're left to wonder why some things are treasured and others are burned, forgotten.
Yesterday I was reminded of how precious each of you are. How your comments make my day a little brighter and make me :) Thank you all for being close by when I've needed a friend. Thank you for being patient when I've been restless. You've all carried me through without complaint and I wanted to let you know I appreciated everything.
Yesterday I read that Paul Squires (a blogger & poet) died July 28th at the age of 46. Though I didn't know him as well as some of you it struck me quite hard. He was to young to die. His death made me realize that blogging can be fun and sad at once. The journey each of you take me on makes my heart swell and the thought of losing another blogging friend is almost to much to bare. To each of my blogging friends... take care.
Paul... may your next journey be as great as the one you left behind. Rest in peace.